An Early Morning

Early mornings have always been peculiar to me. It has been an outcome of the late starts of day that I usually have. But today, is quite different. I am up and ready, and looking at the sunrise. A spiritual feeling creeps inside me. A feeling that makes me realize that I am still a part of Nature. Having breakfast, tea, and a morning walk on my campus are the things that I idolize for the start of the day. And yes today has been a fine day so far. However unlikely might it be for me to make this happen, waking up early is not the only thing that hits me on such occasions.  Instead it is the freshness of the day that brings peace. It provides me with some hope, motivating me to keep striving hard in the urge to success.

Another lovely morning, and there it is. The “thing” that would make me think for the rest of the day. As I mentioned earlier, there is always something special at each early start for me. Today it is the pile of old news-papers that bothers my mind. It is a habit of us-the Indians to ponder over petty issues whenever we find time; especially while we take hot beverages. Following the instinct I consume tea, and look upon am advertisement on the newspaper. It probably six months old, as I take a wild guess looking at the news which surrounds it. The advertisement was of a brand of noodles.

If you’re an Indian reading this, you know already the subject: Maggi off course. It is a funny situation to be looking at that the one remark that strikes me is – Why so serious? A dish so very delicious, has been shut denied and stuff far more dangerous is still there for the taking. It’s now that I realize the importance of studying the balance and the imbalance of the society.  And if that wasn’t enough the news that surrounded this was even more horrifying. Not that it had explicit content, but it was an article with the praise of a great man. A scientist that I idolized as a student and as a person. He is dead.

Looking at this newspaper, I felt uneasy. I did not know how unsecure I am. Life is so very uncertain. A popular brand that doomed to the ground within a matter of six months, or a scientist who lost his life. It wasn’t these incidents in particular that bothered me. It was the plans that I made for the future. Will I make it? Is my set of skill good enough for me? Is the world a safe place to be in? Is the morning haze really temporary? Oh my God, I am so confused!!!

I can-not really believe that I could be so negative at the beginning of such a lovely day.  And to add to the misery the tea is over too. I decided to go for a walk. I looked at my room-mate for some company but then I preferred not to disturb him from is sound sleep.  So I go, the cold breeze and the lovely sight of the sun made me feel a bit better. As I started my stroll, I saw an old lady strolling alongside at her very own pace. And unlike me she had some company too and it must be her grand-son, I presume. I gazed upon them silently. And I must confess here, I loved the lady’s smile. I started wondering when exactly did I see a smile as carefree as this one. She seemed so satisfied and it was evident by the wrinkles at her face. If joy exists somewhere in this planet, it must be with the kids, and surely with the lad that was walking alongside his grandmother.

This was the start I was hoping for. An inspiration from old and the new generation. How often do we find ourselves at a situation where we cannot really find a way out ending up in frustration? My way of getting out of it is to think of the experience of those I know. I think of my parents, my teachers, seniors and even my batch-mates. I get the practical approach that takes me out of this.

Then I visit the innocence of the younger ones. And I am filled with joy. No matter what happens next, I stay positive for quite some time. And nothing else matters !!!!


The Girl At The Window

This is a short story, about a little girl called Miranda. The world to each one of us has been a place that provides doom and gloom. But this girl was quite a bit different. Oh, she had all that any human on earth could imagine for a lavish living. All of the fiction that you may have seen on movies or similar stuff, was actually there with her. Gadgets, jewelry, money, food, clothing, and all the other good stuff. But then all luxuries have limitations. She was captivated to be inside her home. And if case she needs a vacation she had to be that big royal car and spend her time traveling. All that she had to interact with the world outside was through that one window. Be it in the palace where she or the car that she used for travelling. The window was there.

She tried to look as far she could, and in all these years she developed the skill to anticipate the proceedings of the world that she saw. She would know that it was the man with a black suit that was about to pass by her window. She knew it all.

Though it may seem to be a fairy tale as far now, this isn’t one. The window that she claimed to be looking through has never been there. It was the “Time-window” that she looked at. Though it seems a bit odd to hear that, yet it is true.

I shall request each one of you to look around and gaze at the world for a moment. Don’t you find yourself at very similar condition as Miranda? Don’t you look at everything through that one “Window”?  Don’t you look forward to future when you look at yourself at the mirror?  Or when you’re talking to somebody else?

I have an interesting observation here. The world is a gigantic Jig-Saw puzzle where the pieces aren’t made up of ordinary paper. Instead it is the time that acts in pretty much the same way. Consider the following scenario, a rough start of the day, followed by a harsh work-time. Your state of mind back then has been pretty negative. You have ignored the lovely taste of the food you had at lunch and at the dinner. You forgot to be polite to people who had nothing to do with your bad-day. Don’t you then that are actually a person that has all that the human soul facing the harsh sun and pulling the rickshaw ever wanted. Don’t you ever feel that the world that you try to perceive isn’t a simple picture, but a blend of time and emotion!

If you have read this so far, please promise to yourself that the world isn’t exactly what you see. No matter where you stand, there are a lot of pieces of the puzzle that are yet to found. So don’t try be the jury for your own destiny. The master that created this matrix, is there to decide who gets what. I shall quote from the Hindu mythology, “Thy task is to work, the results shall follow” (A translation from Geeta).

Give me some sunshine

A lot has changed since I left home for studies. The weather seems a lot different these days.  The beautiful bright sunny day now seems to be hot humid and hard day for work. The sun that provided me with Vitamin D now seems to be sucking my energy levels – A lot has changed.
Ideas that I had back then were cool. I tried to implement them and on the most of occasions I succeeded as well. Today with all of the important knowledge summed up with the valuable life experiences, I have found a way to screw up each and every time. Everything that I do now kicks off beautifully. I know that well begun is half done, but it makes no sense when you stop at the half way mark.  I have been missing out on finales for quiet sometime.
I pondered over such issues on the last night. Looking at the moon I wondered what exactly it does. It takes light from the sun to beautify even the nights of our planet. It made me think of my own mistakes. It is the sunshine that I now require. It is the light of opportunity, the light that exists even in the dark. It was ignorance to the light of the moon that caused the severe fall in my performances.
When it came to take help from friends and family, I became too selfish to take it. All I wanted was the credit to me. But today shall be an end to all this. I am here to look at the moon. To gaze upon the stars that shine upon the sky. To give and take help from everyone present.  Give me someshine!!!

The Omnipresent

If you belong to the atheistic community, I shall suggest you not to continue. I am undoubtedly a staunch believer of the almighty. It is not any disbelief on his powers or any doubt of his existence that made me write this. It is a belief, stronger than the former which made me a greater disciple.

In all these years that I have lived, the experiences that I have gained, the knowledge I have had, made me believe that God is omnipresent. I have realized that He is kind, generous, strict and all of the positive adjectives that I know.  But it is invisibility that I do find awkward about him.

Yes, I have seen God! In fact, I am living with God. The name I gave to God is Mummy.

Okay, before you quit reading this considering this to be a typical mother’s day text, it is not the occasion, for I do not believe in symbolism or quantification of expressions on festivals. I have got reasons that can prove what I just said. For all I know about God being a mortal is that set of qualities which are known t the rest of the world as well.

My mother is kind, generous, strict, lenient, and sweet and I believe that this needs no explanation at all. My mother is omnipresent. She is sitting here looking at me writing this. She is there with me whenever I make I mistake, wherever I find success or failure. She is beside me when I take a wrong turn. When my friends say that I talk to myself, I converse with her within myself .All this is when I live a thousand miles apart from home (where she lives physically).

My mother defines support, the definition of the family. But it is her patience which makes me feel so. God helps those who help themselves; she has helped me throughout my life.  No matter what life may bring to her, no matter how “good” I am, she is here beside me.

To sum it all up, all that I can say is God does really exists. I live with her.